In the clear blue sky, there is not a trace of floating clouds, and when you look at it, it looks like a lake blue brocade hanging in the sky.

A paper kite with a dogwood in it sits quietly in the air, just like a ball of embroidery on the silk.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the paper kite broke free of the silk thread and fell far away into the maple forest.

"Mother! Mother! ”

The child in Liuzhu's arms was in a hurry, waving his little hands, trying to catch the shadow of the paper kite.

Hu Qingchen smiled and touched the child's head: "Zhongyu, don't worry, it's my father who is playing with you1" Father, father! Li Zhongyu looked around, but couldn't see the familiar figure, "Mother, where is my father?" Hun Qingchen motioned for Liuzhu to put Li Zhongyu down, and pointed to the side of Fenglin, and Li Zhongyu ran over with a smile. Murong Qian took advantage of Zhongyu's laughter, paced out of the forest, squatted down, and picked up Li Zhongyu who had fallen over, Li Zhongyu was still thinking about the paper kite, and looked around with Murong Qian's clothes: "Father, fly, fly......" "Fly?" Murong Qian was interested, and with a wave of his hand, he threw Li Zhongyu high and caught it firmly, making Zhongyu squeak and laugh. Do you want to fly? Li Zhongyu nodded vigorously: "Yes!" Murong Qian raised his hand and wanted to throw it, but Ah Li beside him was very frightened, and hurriedly dissuaded: "Son, the little master is weak, I can't help it, I can't do it!" Li Zhongyu obviously hasn't played enough: "Father, fly!" Fly! ......"Alright, Zhongyu! Hun Qingchen stepped forward with a smile and hugged Li Zhongyu out of Murong Qian's arms, "Your father has just come back from the court, let him rest first, and then play with you later, okay?" "Not good!" Li Zhongyu shook his head, stretched out his hand and went into Murong Qian's arms, "Father, fly!" Fly! ......" Liuzhu came to him with a smile: "Little master, the chrysanthemum cake has been baked, do you want Aunt Liuzhu to take you to taste it?" It's sweet and sweet, if the little master doesn't go, he will be robbed! "Sweet! Sweet! As soon as Li Zhongyu heard that there was something delicious, he immediately turned his hand to Liuzhu, eager to rush to her. Hu Qingchen gently put Li Zhongyu into Liuzhu's hand, and motioned for her to walk away with Zhongyu's shouting, and the people around him also dispersed with this sound. Murong Qian looked at Li Zhongyu's distant figure and pouted: "This little rabbit cub, with something to eat, even his father and mother don't kiss him!" Hun Qingchen covered his mouth and smiled, stretched out his hand and nodded Murong Qian's head: "You, you, you are all fathers, why do you still care about children1" Don't worry about him, then ......" Murong Qian looked back at Hun Qingchen, and a touch of evil charm hooked up on his lips, "Talking to you1, I started to scratch Hun Qingchen's itch." "Alright! Ahh All right! "Hun Qingchen has a softer physique since giving birth to Lin'er, especially afraid of itching, and now he has to desperately dodge and beg for mercy, "Ah Qian! A Qian -... "Murong Qian hugged Hun Qingchen's waist, his peach blossom eyes stared at the autumn water in Hun Qingchen's eyes, and his thin lips added a touch of playfulness: "I see if you accept it?" "Convinced! Served! Hu Qingchen waved his hand, twisted his waist, took advantage of the situation to break free from his arms, shook his head and teased, "His Royal Highness King Wu, it is really unreasonable to flirt with a woman from a good family in broad daylight." The smile on Murong Qian's face was sluggish, looking at the joy in the pupils of Hun Qingchen, and his thin lips moved slightly: "You...... Got it all? ”